Read the flight of your arrow if you want to know your future.

This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.

I did not love you out or boredom or loneliness or caprice. I loved you because the desire for you was stronger than any happiness.

... he was one of those men who like to be observers at their own lives ... such people observe their destiny much as most people tend to observe a rainy day.

It’s a strange grief…to die of nostalgia for something you never lived.

Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say

You were dead.' She said. 'And in the whole world there was nothing beautiful left.

We are full of words whose true meaning we haven't been taught, and one of those words is suffering. Another is the word death. We don't know what they mean, but we use them, and this is a mystery.

As you see, it is not that I don't know my own mind, I know it very well but only up to a certain point in the matter. I know perfectly well what the question is. It's the answer I want.

To die of yearning for something you will never experience

Definitive resolutions are made always and only in a state of mind that is not destined to last.

You are the universe - that's why it shines!

I want a faith that's so alive, it can be seen. I want a hope that cannot hide, even when I'm weak.

Rowing is such a fine sport. Everyone goes backward, and the leader can see his opponents as they struggle in vain.

People see my face, they hear my voice, and I know they're thinking about my father. That's OK - he was a great man.

What you don't want to know about yourself wants to be known, which is why it keeps 'showing up' at your door unannounced!

I was at the pinnacle of my career one day and the next day I was put out to pasture. I felt like a race horse with a broken leg.

The ambitious man has never found his true vocation.

A life without rain is like the sun without shade.

I don't believe in the no-win scenario

Let us not seek our disease out of ourselves; 'tis in us, and planted in our bowels; and the mere fact that we do not perceive ourselves to be sick, renders us more hard to be cured.